Chapter 20

[Vortex Planting Method]

This is the technical description and overview submitted to Wen Wen by [Hospital] after cooperating with the Security Bureau.

The theory used by Lawrence, the Worm of Ten Thousand Changes.

A Heaven’s Chosen who follows the Supreme·Vortex who presides over all life’s birth, growth, aging, and death, developed this eerie technology after years of research.

—Just like farming, planting various dangerous raw materials on the biological body, filtering the alienation within through the biological life and spiritual quality, completing fusion or extraction, and finally waiting for the time to be ripe to harvest the required results and essence.

Among them, the party that is planted as a container is called "Fetus."

And the result obtained is called "Fruit."

"And just as you guessed, among all the creatures that can become 'Fetus,' the simplest and most convenient is undoubtedly humans."

Muller on the phone explained in detail: "After this technology was born, our hospital only experienced a few attempts before permanently banning the use of humans as 'Fetus.'

Even in Hope Hospital, this is a taboo."

"Ha, interesting!"

Wen Wen, speeding on her motorcycle, couldn't help but want to sneer: "You bunch of lunatics would also seal this technology that goes against human nature?"

"No, no, no, please don't misunderstand."

Muller explained solemnly: "It’s just because rigorous argumentation has proven that the method of using humans as 'Fetus' is too inefficient and lacks cost-effectiveness, leading to extremely serious waste of consumables!

Besides being convenient at times, it is useless.

The things that ordinary 'Fetus' can create, other technologies can do the same, and using a higher-level 'Vessel' for vortex planting is truly a waste of heaven’s gifts!"

Muller said indignantly: "You know, with the T5 agreement, even in our hospital, consumables are not enough to be wasted casually.

So, forty years ago, the development direction of the Vortex Planting Method had already turned to other animals and plants.

This is also the main reason for expelling Lawrence—he does not possess the courage and talent to single-handedly create a discipline, nor is he willing to give up his slight expertise to start over, just immersed in outdated techniques and theories.

After repeated warnings and corrections, he was judged by the Management Department as not possessing the abilities required by our hospital workers and was dismissed. As for his self-degradation and mingling with that bunch of beastly people who worship natural disasters in the Dragon Sacrifice Society, it has nothing to do with our hospital."

After habitually shifting the blame, Muller finally couldn't bear the inner restlessness and couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, I still remember the angry look when he was expelled from our hospital, saying he would bring back brand-new results and trample us old things under his feet.

To be honest, I was looking forward to him having any breakthrough progress. It’s a pity, it’s unlikely... but after so many years, he must have grown into an excellent material, right?"

On the other end of the phone, there seemed to be a sound of swallowing saliva, and the collaborator who didn't know what form he had turned into couldn't hide his hunger: "If you can show mercy, please be sure to help us leave some samples; of course, alive is better, the price is negotiable!"

"Depends on his life!"

Wen Wen’s voice was indifferent.

The roaring motorcycle sped through the traffic, easily leaving all chasers and blockers behind, leaving only a thunder-like roar.

At this point, everything finally appeared from the fog.

Dragon Sacrifice Society believers pursuing alienation and natural disaster power, Lawrence addicted to Vortex Planting Method and Blood Thirst Syndrome, and the long-term plan of planting and spreading infection in the dark...

Everything done was to pick out the most suitable "Fetus" from countless people!

Now, as if by fate, the "Fetus" he dreamed of, no, the "Vessel" of disaster that was like a gift from heaven, appeared before his eyes when he least expected it.

Ten years ago, in the Day of Sea Burning, the Cursed One left behind by the Calamity of Tide Flame.

The only survivor in the natural disaster that caused despair, pain, and resentment for tens of thousands of people.

—Ji Jue!

In the empty, almost dead-silent hospital square, the dim light of dusk shone; all ordinary people had fallen into a coma the moment the Vortex Planting Technique was activated, with no resistance.

Above the sky, strands of scarlet wound, and in the caller’s call, they swam down.

Couldn't hear the wailing and roaring in the distance.

When the farmer decided to harvest, those weak, withered branches that no one cared about withered quietly in the darkness, and only the rotten fruit fell into the soil, brewing the sinful sweetness.

Also in the hospital, also under the dusk, Lawrence looked at the scene before him, actually a bit distracted.

How embarrassed he was when he was swept out of that rigid, ghostly place, and how happy his mood was at this moment. After working hard for such a long time, he was finally about to have results, and he almost couldn't help but want to sing a song.

It’s just a pity that there was always a noisy sound ringing in his ears.

"I fuck, big brother, lighter, lighter, my hand, will this thing infect?"

"Seriously, old brother, no need, really no need!"

"How many dishes did you eat, playing so big?"

"You run now, it’s still in time; the people from the Security Bureau look powerful to the point of exploding, the leader is strong and beautiful and has a big chest, listen to me, you can't beat her!"

"You wouldn't really be plotting against my ass, right? Don't, brother, I’m the kind of person who will shit my pants when I get scared, really, oh oh oh, I can’t hold it anymore..."

"How are you still playing with tentacles, brother, your taste is so heavy!"

Clearly, there was enough anesthesia for this guy to sleep until tomorrow, but he woke up in less than ten minutes.

At this moment, countless aberrant spiritual qualities descending from the sky intertwined, turning into a giant tree, entangling him, just like a monster opening its bloody mouth.

Then, countless scarlet spiritual qualities poured into Ji Jue’s body!

The massive amount of aberrant spiritual quality that would be enough to make an ordinary person alienate in an instant only made him wake up from a dream; just this incomparable alienation tolerance was enough to be equal to a Heaven’s Chosen of the super-elevation rank!

"As expected of a Cursed One who could survive the Calamity of Tide Flame!"

Lawrence pushed his glasses stained with blood, sighing hoarsely: "Ji Jue, you are truly a disaster vessel in a million! You, impeccable!"

"Ah right right right." Ji Jue was speechless, nodding in embarrassment: "Selling my ass is fine, brother, I’m good at it and don't stick, leave me a dog’s life, I beg you."

Lawrence’s smile stiffened.

Retract the previous statement.

Only this mouth is truly fucking annoying!

Click!

In that instant, with Lawrence’s wave, the eerie giant tree woven by countless filaments suddenly surged; in the qualitative change and infusion of massive spiritual quality, Ji Jue was swallowed within, unable to make a sound.

Like falling.

From the trance, swallowed by infinite scarlet.

The last thing he heard was the roar from afar.

Like the roar of a motorcycle engine.

Boom!!!

When the wall disintegrated, countless smoke and dust rose.

The reality partition that Lawrence had painstakingly woven was actually chiseled open by that charge from the front, leaving a big hole!

The nearly melted tires crushed over the broken flower beds and bricks, leaving pitch-black scorch marks.

Finally, in the shrill sound, it came to an abrupt halt.

That slender, tall figure finally got up from the motorcycle.

"No need, leave this to me, you don't need to worry."

She issued instructions to her subordinates on the other end of the phone: "Xiao Tong doesn't have independent combat capability, go support Old Zhang first; as for An Ran, act freely.

Find out every fulcrum, and pull out all the parasites left by the Vortex Planting Technique!"

Just like that, she hung up the phone.

Moving forward.

"I knew it, there’s no free lunch in the world."

She glanced coldly at the man who had once kindly provided her with clues, expressionless: "Really... doing such a big thing under my nose."

"What are you talking about, I’ve been at Jici Hospital for more than six years, five years earlier than you." Lawrence pushed his glasses, a smile appearing on his broken face: "Coming so fast... unfortunately, it’s already late."

The moment the words fell, the eerie giant tree of the Vortex Planting Technique shook again.

The massive crown that nearly covered the sky actually expanded again, and amidst countless wriggling scarlet spiritual qualities, countless lights flashed, like flowers!

According to the data provided by Hope Hospital, Lawrence had been deeply cultivating the Vortex Planting Technique, a secret ritual with little potential to be tapped, for years, pushing through the old to bring forth the new, almost completing a brand-new breakthrough.

As early as the Empire’s Flower Moon Tragedy, he showed wide-area range interference, shrouding the entire town in the range of the Vortex Planting Technique, completing batch alienation and mutation.

At this moment, the aberrant spiritual quality usurped and extracted by the Blood Thirst Syndrome strain strain erupted from the giant tree, almost faintly shrouding more than half of the North Mountain District!

Despair, pain, wailing, crying, numbness...

Countless wails rang out again.

This was the material he had been collecting and gathering from the dark for so many years in Yacheng, the results plundered from the deceased by the Blood Thirst Syndrome strain parasites!

And even more, it came from within this Jici Hospital...

Too ridiculous, and too interesting.

Lawrence even wanted to applaud; such a drama, no matter how many times he watched it, he wouldn't get tired of it.

Lacking doctors, lacking medicine, lacking equipment, lacking money, and even unable to provide blood plasma... lacking everything necessary to survive.

In this hospital that could only barely survive on donations, what could be seen every day in the clinic, corridor, and on patients was only tragedy.

One painful chemotherapy after another, one wait full of hope after another, one bitterness after another when the quota was missed.

No way out, no savior, no money.

The so-called straw to save one’s life was just the phantom light at the end of the horizon; for those who had nothing, the so-called "possibility of recovery" was an endless hell of torment!

When everything came to an end, the only thing turned to ashes in the incinerator was the shell that had long been drained by parasites. The final result Lawrence plundered from the deceased was this crystal named despair!

Now, pain took root and sprouted in the soil.

Blooming!

The giant tree expanded, swelled, extended outward, like the hands of a dying person reaching out from hell, vainly wanting to drag everything within reach into hell.

Then, everything, came to an abrupt halt—

Slowed down, stopped, reversed!

Right in front of that figure.

Wen Wen.

She finally raised her hand, took off the wind goggles on her face, the blue and purple phantom light in her eyes flowing silently, overlooking all phenomena.

Then, like an alien world descending.

From the gaze of those eyes, infinite crystals broke through the soil and bricks!

Just like a jungle made of crystals, crisscrossing, surrounding the entire hospital, crushing the original remaining blockade, and swallowing everything within it!